Cityboy's articles

24-Apr-2009:

The major conclusion that I reached from this week’s budget is that Gordon Brown has got about as much chance of still being prime minister in 14 months time as Heather Mills McCartney has of winning an arse kicking competition. In fact, I promise right now that if New Labour is still running this country come mid-2010 then I will smear my gonads with Pedigree Chum and run naked through Battersea Dog’s Home.


17-Apr-2009:

Admittedly, the party on the world-famous Koh Sahn Road in Bangkok last Sunday was getting a little out of control but still, I thought, parking tanks at either end of the street seemed like a bit of an over-reaction! It was the festival of Songkran and everyone was getting totally bladdered and chucking water over each other to celebrate the beginning of the Thai New Year but there didn’t seem to be much trouble. During the hair-raising ride back to the hotel at 4am in a souped-up tuk-tuk I did notice the odd fire here and there and some dudes dressed in red marching around but just assumed it was all part of the fun. In actual fact, a state of emergency had just been declared because it looked liked the government could be toppled at any moment in yet another Thai coup. So much for my journalistic skills.


03-Apr-2009:

‘The peasants are revolting’ – I can hardly tell you how many times I heard Cityboys voice that vaguely amusing double entendre whenever some kind of anti-capitalist rally occurred in London. I heard it during ‘the big one’ on 1st May, 2001 when for a brief few hours no suited stockbroker felt safe outside his bank and I heard it during the other minor riots that have occurred since. It has been standard practice to dismiss all these events as the mindless acts of a few idiots. Despite the fact I no longer work in the City I have no doubt that Wednesday’s ‘tomfoolery’ will be dismissed in just the same way by bank bosses and City workers alike.

20-Mar-2009:

So, the other day I went into a City bar and got properly hassled by a bunch of pissed-up Cityboys. They surrounded me at The Fine Line in Bow Churchyard and told me in no uncertain terms that I was a ‘scumbag’ who had, and I quote, ‘broken the club’s code of silence.’ At one point it looked like it might kick off and thank God it didn’t because I couldn’t fight my way out of a paper bag. Now, whilst I don’t expect to be the most popular chap in the Square Mile after having disclosed what a bunch of greedy, contemptuous tossers many of my ex-peers were, I was a little taken aback by this level of aggression.

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